And then she walks through.
And pentagons herself some astronomy.
And there are many asteroids, with many charming names -
Including a cute little one called "Alice".
"Heh," Bella says, and she goes there.
It's little. Not The Little Prince sized, but just a few kilometers in any dimension. She turns out to be able to do the entire terraforming job - gravity, atmosphere, pachysandra and moss and clover - with a few pentagons. She puts up a little house with a food replicator and plumbing in it.
And she grabs the Joker as soon as that's done with from where he sleeps in the asylum.
A few seconds after he appears, he stirs and yawns.
That's square territory. She feels a little bad about using Alice's coins for this. She makes her own square.
"That pissed me off, but I was going to do this if I found my way into your world before you and he even clapped eyes on each other," Bella says. "G'night." Square goes.
He rolls his eyes. "She is not. She really doesn't like you, though. 'Cause you're a murderer and stuff."
"Well, that's her prerogative," says the Joker. "Did she tell you what she's gonna do about it? I bet not."
"She stuck me on a little asteroid," he explains. "And then she put me to sleep again to see if I'd come here, which I do, so that part's okay. She said earlier that if she did it and I didn't get Milliways she'd kill me, but the way she was looking just now, I bet she wouldn't. Too nice. She's pretty mad at me."
A triangle suffices to wake him. Bella's sitting on the roof of his new little house. "Well?"
"Grand. If you do get bored, your food replicator is more flexible than the standard model, it'll make you hemlock or whatever - it's voice operated. The glowy air is controlled by thought. You should be able to keep occupied. Ask for avocados and grow more from the pits, build a castle out of your dishes, whatever." She shrugs. "And there's nobody for you to hurt up here. Questions? Comments?"
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," she says, sidling back in grimly. "He's alive, by the way."
"Thank Milliways. It showed up for him when I put him to sleep, or I'd have been another few minutes watching him swallow arsenic or something."
Bella goes back to the bar. Her milkshake is long gone. She wants hot cider now, and when it arrives she holds it in both hands, staring into the steam.